My daughter is half princess

 My daughter is half princess,

half tiny menace…

she’ll twirl like she’s in her own little fairytale
then climb something and jump right off of it

one second she’s kissing her baby dolls goodnight
the next they’re being dragged through the house
like they’ve got somewhere to be

barefoot, always moving
always into something
always one step ahead of me

sweet voice, wild spirit
soft hands, zero fear

she’s not one or the other
she’s both
all at once

and somehow…

the chaos
and the sweetness

fit together perfectly

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